There's
a tear in the fabric of your favorite dress
And
i'm sneaking glances.
Looking
for the patterns in static
They
start to make sense the longer i'm at it.
Ivory
lines lead
Oo
wha-ho, oo wha-ho
Your
heart is a river that flows from your chest
Through
every organ
Your
brain is the dam
And i
am the fish who can't reach the cord.
Ivory
lines lead
Oo
wha-ho, oo wha-ho
Oh,
instincts are misleading
You
shouldn't think what you're feeling
They
don't tell you what you know you should want.
Ivory
lines lead
Oo
wha-ho, oo wha-ho
[x2]
Oh,
instincts are misleading
You
shouldn't think what you're feeling
They
don't tell you what you know you should want.
Ivory
lines lead
Oo
wha-ho.
[x2]
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